[ he does, indeed, recognize that one, and the memory associated with it returns unbidden to the forefront of his thoughts. but beneath that: the idea of anyone else seeing those marks and admiring the way they stand out against her skin makes something dark and ugly rear its head. he'd never really considered himself to be a possessive man, but perhaps that's something to think about later. ]
( but! she only gets a little bit distracted before she's waiting by the curb with a few bags. some food, some clothing, and an iced drink in hand for her troubles. )
[ he doesn't respond to that bc he doesn't text and drive, thanks, but he's there waiting for her at the appointed time. when she shows up, he leans over to open the passenger side door for her and takes some of her bags when she gets close enough. ]
All this for the dinner, hm.
[ he should've figured she'd go on a bit of a spree. not that he really minds, tbh. ]
( a soft chime of thanks, sliding into the passenger's seat to get comfortable.
it's only when the door's shut does she lean over the console to reach for his chin, all the better to keep him steady to press a kiss to his temple, sweet and light, her smile more felt than seen. )
[ it happens almost in slow motion, the way she reaches for his chin and how she leans in; the gentle press of her lips and breath to his skin. he didn't expect it and it shows in his expression after she slides back into the seat, caught off guard as the car behind honks its horn.
( what, he can fuck her six ways 'til sunday but he can't handle a lil kiss?
all while she's sipping at a milk tea, fully leaning back in her chair and glancing at the car behind them through the mirror as she crosses her legs. she said what she said. dessert. )
Mhmm.
( what else could she mean? he specifically asked for the dress, after all.
but anyway. )
Want some?
( she knows he has to drive so she'll very kindly nudge her straw his way. )
[ yes. also not me forgetting already that he'd asked for it specifically like five tags ago. closes my eyes.
but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
( listen. chalk it up to a long day. which is what she's here to help with!
and aw he took her indirect kiss. she's absolutely going to be insufferable about that later. for now, she'll take it back with a chuckle for another sip of her own. keeps her hands on her side, at least. )
More for me, then.
( too bad it's what he'll taste later when he kisses her properly, unless she has something else in between. )
You could do with a little more sweetness, you know.
( he did, but she means more in the metaphorical sense? the man has no idea how to treat himself. )
You seem to know a whole lot about what I want these days.
( she's being sooooo well behaved.
until he parks, anyway. no sense pressing buttons when it might land her in some real hot water. the moment he shifts gears to park, out she reaches for his wrist to tug at him some. she's not saying what she wants, but she looks expectant nevertheless.
for a kiss, obviously, but we'll see if that lands. )
[ well... that's not entirely a lie — it's not as if she's shy about making what she wants known to him. usually it's some form of affection, of intimacy; both things that typically aren't associated with him at all, yet she has a knack for coaxing them out of him anyway.
he brings his wrist up with her hand still holding on, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her knuckles before pulling his wrist free. that's all she's getting okay, he's not keen on getting handsy in the parking lot when his apartment is right above them. ]
( well, he's not wrong. but she's going to seize him by the tie anyway to pull him back over for a proper kiss. chaste, of course. she's not looking to start anything yet. but she'll release him after with a pat to the shoulder, opening up the door to let herself out and start gathering her bags.
he should be used to it by now, and she's humming down the garage to make her way up. )
I'm breaking your phone if you take a call around me, by the way.
[ there's no change to his expression when she releases him aside from something close to exasperation in his eyes. maybe a little bit of something close to fondness. just a little bit, there and gone again.
he takes the remainder of the bags and then relieves her of the ones she grabbed on their way up from the lobby, hooking them over his arm. he lives on the top floor, because of course he does, and holds the door open for her to enter first when they arrive. ]
When have I ever taken a call around you?
[ listen.... he may be stupid when it comes to relationships and feelings but he's not that rude, ok. ]
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Are those your final options?
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Why, found a favorite already?
( does she need to remind him that not wearing a dress or anything at all isn't an option, or. )
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But you'll wear the green one for me only.
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hm.
yeah, she'll take that as a positive reaction. a compliment, even, to get a taste of that possessiveness. it's certainly doing something for her. )
Saw something you liked, huh.
( and only for him, he says. )
And when will I be wearing that one?
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( hey, doesn't hurt to ask right. )
Or are you busy being married to your job?
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Fine.
Tell me when you're done shopping.
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Hungry?
I can grab something before I come over.
( when's the last time he had real food anyway. )
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Yes.
I'll pick you up.
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I was thinking about grabbing a shawl, then your food, of course.
That enough time for you to say your goodbyes to your desk?
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No, but it'll do.
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You better not be late! I'll see you soon.
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Don't get distracted.
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( but! she only gets a little bit distracted before she's waiting by the curb with a few bags. some food, some clothing, and an iced drink in hand for her troubles. )
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All this for the dinner, hm.
[ he should've figured she'd go on a bit of a spree. not that he really minds, tbh. ]
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it's only when the door's shut does she lean over the console to reach for his chin, all the better to keep him steady to press a kiss to his temple, sweet and light, her smile more felt than seen. )
It's for dessert.
( and back to her seat she goes! )
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right. driving. that's what he's doing. ]
Dessert.
[ does she mean tonight... ]
the icon. i'm crying
all while she's sipping at a milk tea, fully leaning back in her chair and glancing at the car behind them through the mirror as she crosses her legs. she said what she said. dessert. )
Mhmm.
( what else could she mean? he specifically asked for the dress, after all.
but anyway. )
Want some?
( she knows he has to drive so she'll very kindly nudge her straw his way. )
accurate representation
but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
he makes a bit of a face. ]
... It's sweet.
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and aw he took her indirect kiss. she's absolutely going to be insufferable about that later. for now, she'll take it back with a chuckle for another sip of her own. keeps her hands on her side, at least. )
More for me, then.
( too bad it's what he'll taste later when he kisses her properly, unless she has something else in between. )
You could do with a little more sweetness, you know.
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anyway, all she gets is a noncommittal hum as he turns onto his street, pulling up to the fancy looking building at the end. ]
I could. [ ma'am did he not foot the bill for your new outfits? ] But that isn't what you want, is it.
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You seem to know a whole lot about what I want these days.
( she's being sooooo well behaved.
until he parks, anyway. no sense pressing buttons when it might land her in some real hot water. the moment he shifts gears to park, out she reaches for his wrist to tug at him some. she's not saying what she wants, but she looks expectant nevertheless.
for a kiss, obviously, but we'll see if that lands. )
So, read my mind now!
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[ well... that's not entirely a lie — it's not as if she's shy about making what she wants known to him. usually it's some form of affection, of intimacy; both things that typically aren't associated with him at all, yet she has a knack for coaxing them out of him anyway.
he brings his wrist up with her hand still holding on, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her knuckles before pulling his wrist free. that's all she's getting okay, he's not keen on getting handsy in the parking lot when his apartment is right above them. ]
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( well, he's not wrong. but she's going to seize him by the tie anyway to pull him back over for a proper kiss. chaste, of course. she's not looking to start anything yet. but she'll release him after with a pat to the shoulder, opening up the door to let herself out and start gathering her bags.
he should be used to it by now, and she's humming down the garage to make her way up. )
I'm breaking your phone if you take a call around me, by the way.
( fair warning. )
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he takes the remainder of the bags and then relieves her of the ones she grabbed on their way up from the lobby, hooking them over his arm. he lives on the top floor, because of course he does, and holds the door open for her to enter first when they arrive. ]
When have I ever taken a call around you?
[ listen.... he may be stupid when it comes to relationships and feelings but he's not that rude, ok. ]
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